In other news, my writer's block is still holding me captive. Fucker.
I am bored out of my mind and hoping to find a way to escape this house tomorrow. Anyone interested? I should call Allie.
Finally, a little Alanis for your evening.
Fourteen years,
Thirty minutes,
Fifteen seconds I've
Held this grudge.
Eleven songs,
Four full journals,
Thoughts of punishment
I've expended.
[...]
You've been villified,
Used as fodder,
You deserve a piece
Of every record.
But who's it hurting now?
Who's the one that's stuck?
Who's it torturing now
With an antique knot in her stomach?